Saturday, September 10

For Love or Honor-On Sale Now

I am very excited to rerelease one of my older futuristics For Love or Honor. This is the first of two books and if there is enough interest, I will start working on the series. I hope to get it up at ARe but I haven't been approved to upload there yet.

Trusting a man with your life is always easier than trusting him with your heart.
Del Littleton is having a bad month. Three jobs have gone south and the last one went sour with a dead body. It doesn’t help that Dylan O’Farrell, the federal agent who has been making her life hell for months is the one who finds her. The worst part is that even though she feels like smacking the cocky agent upside the head, she also wants to get him in bed.
Dylan knows Del is being set up. She isn’t the best bounty hunter out there, but she isn’t stupid. Before he can figure it out, they find themselves on the run, trying to protect Del from an unknown enemy. Spending time together nonstop causes the passion they’ve kept under wraps to explode.
Dealing with the emotions that bubble to the surface is harder than dealing with than that threat to Del’s life. And when they find themselves both in the crosshairs, trusting each other isn’t just about love…it’s about survival.

EXCERPT:

He could have handled it if she’d made a smart remark, some comeback that would set him on edge. Instead, her eyes darkened and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. As she moved her teeth over her fuller lip, he stood transfixed by the action. Heat poured through him. His blood drained from his brain and headed directly south. Need for her surged through his veins. He needed to release the tension that had been building between them for months. He bent his head, determined to capture her mouth when a horn sounded down the street, and he realized he was standing on the front porch with a woman someone wanted to kill, about to make out. Like a freaking rookie.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph.”

He pulled away, keyed in the code to open the door and then pulled her inside. Slamming the door shut he pressed her back against it and gave in to the urge that had been driving him insane since the moment he’d met her. He touched his mouth to hers. She gasped. The quick intake of breath was one of the most erotic sounds he’d ever heard. Just one quick kiss; that was all he needed, just to feel her lips, taste her. But the moment he did, all rational thought fled.

Too many times he had wondered what this would be like. To have her body against his, to taste her need. Del placed her hands on his shoulders. His hands went to her hips, pulling her against him. She moaned and gyrated her hips. He could feel the very heat of her core through their clothing. Lust and something unfamiliar twisted through his veins. He wanted to rip off her clothes and sink into that tight hot pussy, feel her muscles clasp around his cock, and lose himself in her.

She pulled away from him and placed a hand on his chest. Bending his head, he kissed a path from her jaw down her neck to her shoulder.

“Dylan.” The sound of her voice, husky with desire ... need ... shot straight through to his cock. He curled his toes inside his shoes to keep from losing control and coming in his pants.

“Dylan.”

He noticed then that she was pushing against his chest. She wanted to stop? Dylan pulled himself back and looked down at her.

“Ahh, Del, don’t say no.” It was pathetic. His own voice showed his need for her, and it probably told her he was just a hair’s breadth away from going down on his knees and begging.

“We have to check the house.”

Shit. Again he was acting like an idiot rookie. There were men wanting to kill her, or at least abduct her, and he was dry humping her like a freaking out of control eighteen-year-old. Almost forty years old, he should know better.

Regretfully, he pulled away and tried not to get annoyed at her sigh of relief. He glanced at her. Her skin was flushed, her lips reddened, and she was still trying to catch her breath.

“We’re not done, you and I. So don’t be thinking I’ll forget you were moaning my name a second ago.”

3 comments:

One of the great things about selfpublishing is I can put things out for readers just because. I will definitely have a few more of these as I open a few lines up in the sequel, Sinner's Delight, which should be out next week